Two roads diverge in a wood,
One road looks promising,
Yet it is filled with rocks and thorns.
The other road looks tiring,
Yet it is worth the try.
I stand in the wood,
Staring at the two roads,
Wondering which one is easier to travel,
Yet I am not sure,
Not sure the easier one will give, give me the lasting peace.
And I have no courage to follow the tougher road.
Am I a coward?
Am I a pessimist?
Am I an unrealistic soul?
I can't be sure.
May be,
I am everything but not a happy soul.
I am not even sure, that these roads are a road.
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